Happiness

It might just be the perfect day,

It could also be the worst.

But does it really, really matter?

Of happiness I constantly burst!

 

It comes from the warm cup of coffee

I got this morning from the shop

It comes from the song I heard on my way to school,

Which was simply just a bop!

 

It comes from the little girl who smiled at me

As she biked her way to class,

It comes from the spring flowers I saw

Springing up from the green grass.

 

It comes from the wonderful, wonderful feeling

Of acing a test I studied for in math,

It comes from running into an old friend in the hall,

When we crossed the same path.

 

It comes from knowing

That no matter what gets thrown at me today,

I'll find happiness, smiles, and beauty

In any possible way.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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